Oh. I don't know how to feel about that.

I love what you did with the "seven days" theme.

Hmmm...it seems to me at the beginning you're trying a tad too hard to be Gaiman/Pratchett. The two are sliiightly out of character, it's hard to imagine Aziraphlae being nonchalant about his Fall, and I just don't see Crowley being a friendly bookshop owner. I like the idea though and there were a few lines that were absolutely brilliant such as "He's not sure what to say or to do, especially now that he's caught being sentimental and practically looks up into the most dazzling, most frustrating eyes he's ever had the pleasure of glaring into." The bit about the mountaineer was frankly just overdone, again you're trying to be Gaiman and you're just not. (sorry if that sounds mean, I'm not Gaiman either, heck even Gaiman is sometimes surprised he's Gaiman) The ending was sweet though and overall the fic made me smile. I hope you find this comment constructive and not too punitive.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, just... EEEEEEP... There are no words... Just, no words at all! Much love, thanks,
Igor xxx

when I finished reading and learned that 'Zira fell (lol, it's like a last name. XD) I was kinda saddened and had mixed emotions. I don't normally like reading fics about 'Zira falling from grace.

but for some reasons, I kinda love it. It was so sweet. 'Zira lost his wings and fell just for Crowley. It's a cute thing to do.

I also don't think that they were out of character, really.